Hour 6.5....

Now my VERY cranky toddler is blissfully asleep, and my 9 year old daughter is playing with her ipod.  I had to forgo any and all reading for the past hour and a half, because my kids needed me.  And that's fine, because their hilarious little people!  Well, except for the last 10 minutes before someone's naptime.. that was not overly hilarious, believe me. 

I am now going to read a bit of Echo to get my brain into a nice reading mode, and then I am going to start Crispin: The Cross of Lead, and the beginning just has me hooked immediately.  It is an historical fiction for young people:

ENGLAND, A.D. 1377

"In the midst of life comes death."  How often did our village priest preach those words.  Yet I have also heard that "in the midst of death comes life."  If this be a riddle, so was my life.

    The day after my mother died, the priest and I wrapped her body in a gray shroud and carried her to the village church.  Our burden was not great.  In life she had been a small woman with little strength.  Death made her even less. 

     Her name had been Asta.

     Since our cottage was at the village fringe, the priest and I bore her remains along the narrow, rutted road that led to the cementary.  A steady, hissing rain had turned the ground to clinging mud.  No birds sang.  No bells tolled.  The sun hid behind the dark and lowering clouds. 

Doesn't that sound good???!!! 

HAPPY READING!